My Private Locker Secret: Morning Dew Awakening

Here it is. My private locker spilling open. That forbidden morning. The one I never tell. Adrenaline pumps as I type this. Just for you. My bed. Dawn light slits through shutters. Sheets damp. Dew between thighs. Heart races. No more holding back. I decide. Fuck restraint. Hands move. Finger slips into the V. Top of my pussy lips. Circles my clit. Smooth. Swollen already. Buzzes like a bee on honey. Intruder. My own. Teasing. Dipping lower. Lost valley wet. Desire floods. Will it go further? Little traveler probes. Ass clenches. Tip nudges rim. Slick. I gasp. Ray hits breasts. Hills glow. Nipples peak. Hand glides over. Pinches. Pulls. Heat builds. Lower back arches. Gastropod trails slime. My juices coat fingers. Snake rises. Thick. Moving stick from imagination. Hand grabs it. Guides to lips. Tongue tastes salt. Precum dream. Sucks deep. Hot in my body temple. Pagoda sweats. Stilted chalet trembles. Bed soaks more. Fine rain on skin. Vertical. Rising. Transcendent urges. Fingers plunge. Two now. Pussy grips. Thumb on clit. Rhythm builds. Ass finger twists in. Full. Stretched. Breaths short. Hips buck. Serpent throbs in mouth fantasy. Juice nears. Body rain ascends. Pleasure transports. Eyes squeeze shut. Then open. Mirage fades. Alone. Fingers loyal. Multiple hands? No. Just me. Diving deep. Clit pulses. G-spot hit. Ass full. Waves crash. Cum sprays. Inner thighs slick. Shudders rack. Slow now. Fingers ease out. Tastes linger. Sun dries sweat. Shutters gap invites rays. Body glistens. Lessoned. Day slows. Cozy. Books wait. Raspberries tart. Coffee steams. Happy alone. Valley echoes. Delta streams. Water flows wild. Wind carries. Glints distant. Life source? Mine. Nature’s. Blurred. Locker clicks shut. Light. Free. Secret shared. Yours now. Pulse settles. Grin lingers.